It's like a dream but not a dream, just a big dream.
Just enjoy a glass of wine before your death, why do you need a thousand years of fame after your death?
I really don't know what to write. It's a short story of 10,000 words. I don't want to introduce it in detail.
The mainstay of the dance team × the villain, the sycophant
Weibo: Thank you Binghuo
Intention: Those who have fun will live even after death
